Osmosis Poem by Madrason .

A flower loses petals, shrinks, bows in grateful decrescendo to her womb and sometimes, maybe sometimes rises her face unto the sun again! We all are like flowers, weakness now appears to be the natural cause of beauty, existential phases in which to recognise recognice, all present is present.
Imperfections are illusions, a sign on our road to completing identity. A hello so to say along the way, it forms our minds and respect and teaches us that everything is useful, equality is a compliment for those who understand the penetrating power of osmosis. M